Gucci Mane - Get That Moneyn lyrics

Gucci, Meek Mill From 808 feelie real recognize real yeah we hood rich Trap God turn us up n***a, and this n***as wanna know for you better call em my connect and next from what he put me on for I heard your n***a ballin do what the f*ck you take alone for but you get the f*ck this. you n***a know you dont belong girl, all my n***as smoking scrome here we dont talk reckless on the phone here a lot of clitch dont get alone here, please scrub my n***a we rock our own gear Im on the press and on the long chair I hope that you dont read me wrong but if I go pull up that tongue dear I bet that you dont make it home, Im in the choppers with my long ja** and Im in trapper all day long they call me back and sold the own . before you try that sh** be gone Im a money get n***a, and this b**hes wanna know from youd better call em my connect and next some what he put me on from I heard your n***as balling do what the f*ck you take a long for you better stare by the fillie n***a you know them p**y dont belong here [Meek Mill:] Rose go on my bottle six, have the Mill on form whip Im inner will with foreign b**h Im on a bright strap and she on this dick she bout tell you lane, your diamonds look strange, Im grinding like win, when you on that skateboard say, n***a you new girls my open, my old b**h your new girl, young low rich fillie n***a, them hoes tell me Im truth. I dont need and f*ck one on one cause when I come I need two girls, that girl to f*ck like all night, get them b**hes that whole pipe riding round with Keyshia and we smoking no Keyshia young n***a friends like easter, tripping on my sneackers ray drop I seat that, I celebrate I get back that molly look like a tic-tac and I tell that hoe that I tic tac like ohh Im a money. and this b**hes what em know for youd better call em my connect and next what he put em on for I I heard your n***as ballin do do what the f** you take a long for but get the f** out this. you n***as know you dont belong girl I drop a back on your head n***a and then locate you like own star I aint had to buy sh** n***a my n***a Waka got his ow call you want my dick like you a b**h n***a wont you go and.your own bars and I wont go back and jail n***a but you gonna make me catch my own jar I can look and tell you fry n***a but you keep on try to look hard your fresh keep action whats the spell n***a thats your motherf*cking home boys Im a money get n***a, and these b**hes what em known for You better call em my connect and next so what he out me on for I heard your n***as balling do do what the f** you take a long for but get the f** out this. you n***as know you dont belong girl